Paralyzer

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A/N: So here we are on this lovely Friday afternoon, with the second installment of my newest bit of twaddle, named Paralyzer after the Finger Eleven song that (in a roundabout way) led to it’s creation. Let’s recap plot shall we? Harry has defeated Voldemort with the good old fashioned “look a distraction” (I couldn’t help myself, the blue zombie bunnies needed a comeback…for those who don’t know the blue zombie bunnies, go read “Only through the pain”) at graduation then hooked up with Ginny during the after party. They’ve been bopping like bunnies (the regular kind) all summer, and, truth be told, Ginny seems to have him a bit whipped what with the wearing of the sexy pants and the making him go to a club he’d rather not go to. But hey….red heads are formidable opponents, ask my husband. Draco Malfoy went AWOL after 5th year (Smexy wizard relocation program) and has resurfaced as the owner of the hippest nightclub in wizarding London, and also keeps up a semi-irregular correspondence with Ginny, since she IS the only cool Weasley (with the possible exceptions of Bill and Charlie) and an extremely hot chick….again, I blame the red hair. And that’s about it. No dark wizards looming with evil plans, no angsty ‘I’m going to kill myself’ twists, no ‘dun dun dun!!!’…..odd….let’s see what unfolds this chapter! Oh, and I’ll be doing some review shout outs at the end for my dear and lovely friends ^^.



Chapter 2, “A pleasant surprise.”



Ginny was quite happy. After only 6 years of trying to get him to notice her, she’d finally managed to snag Harry Potter, just by jumping him at her brother’s graduation party. She should have thought of it sooner, really, because he was a bit dense sometimes and needed a good push every now and then to come to the right conclusion, but she had him now and that was what mattered. It did suck that she’d have to go through the school year seeing him only on the weekends and holidays, but she’d live. The year would go quickly.



She was a little worried that Harry, being such a smexy morsel and the savior of the wizarding world and all, would be snapped up by another girl while she was trapped in Hogwarts under Dumblefuck’s thumb. Not that she thought Harry would cheat on her intentionally or anything, she was fairly certain that he loved her and not just that sweet spot between her thighs, but if she could get him just by jumping him in the hallway then what was to stop someone else from doing the same thing? It had been while she was worrying about this early on that summer that Draco’s familiar owl tapped on her window, elegant scroll attached to its leg.



She and Draco had had a two minute fling back before he disappeared in her fourth year (she’d done it to get on the voting committee AND because he was hot as hell in June during global warming) and of course he’d gone to Charlie and Fleur’s wedding since Fleur was some sort of cousin or something, and they’d owl’d each other back and forth every now and then whenever something significant happened. She told him about pinning Harry in the hallway and he told her when he moved back to England just before the end of the school year, so she wasn’t expecting another owl so soon.

“Dear Ginny,” the letter said, “First of all, may I say congratulations on finally getting into Potter’s robes, I know you’ve always wanted to, even though you could have had me instead. But hey, if skinny and malnourished is how you like it then I suppose I could always give that starvation diet thing a try and get back to you in a few months if you want. Let me know so I can inform the house elves of the change in the menu, eh? Anyway, the reason I’m writing is to tell you that the reason I moved back home to England was to open up an exclusive nightclub. I wasn’t sure it was going to work out, what with the war and all, but then your new boy toy dispatched Moldy and suddenly everyone wants to party again so it was an easy thing to get a property set up in Diagon Alley and send invites out to the right people. I know you’re probably busy bopping the golden boy, but if you get a chance you should come down and see me there. I’ll put your name on the list indefinitely and if you like what you see I’ll give you a membership, Potter too if he’s willing to put all that ridiculous childhood rivalry behind him. I must admit, I’m dying to see if he’s as sexy as you seem to think he is, so definitely try to come down to satisfy my curiosity, and maybe a few other needs as well. Yours, Draco.”



Well….a nightclub. That had possibilities to be fun, even though any ‘exclusive club’ owned by Draco was bound to be crawling with Slytherins. She got on alright with Slytherins, better than most other Gryffindors did, and she knew Harry wouldn’t care anymore either since he’d decided house rivalry was stupid, but if she told him before hand he might not be as easy to convince to go….not to mention that she still hadn’t told Harry (because she’d never seen the point to) that she talked to Draco occasionally. And then of course there was the fact that a nightclub presented perfect opportunites for some other girl, or guy really knowing the type Draco partied with, to steal Harry away from her should Harry decide to like the place.



But then….wait a moment….would it be stealing if she were to consent to someone else being with Harry? Not a girl obviously, she’d die of jealousy…but maybe another guy? She knew Harry went both ways, it was something she had fantasized about before (and after) she’d gotten Harry to herself. Usually it with just with some nameless bishie hunk but occasionally it was….. “Draco!” she grinned to herself. Draco would be perfect for this, if he were willing. He didn’t like to get emotionally involved with anyone since he saw having personal connections as a weakness, but he wouldn’t just fuck and run either, leaving Harry open for someone else. She also knew that Draco wasn’t possessive, and wouldn’t mind that he was just sharing…the real problem might be convincing Harry. It wasn’t that Draco wasn’t Harry’s type (tall, blonde, built and hung? Who’s type WASN’T he?) but she didn’t know how Harry would feel about being in a three-way relationship. She knew he was very chivalrous and kind of old-fashioned in some ways but he was very open and surprised her in others so…..maybe it would be best if she took things slowly about it. First she’d have to see if Harry could play nice with Draco in a non-sexual encounter.



She started on him almost immediately, begging him to get her into this wonderful new club she’d ‘heard’ about, but insisting that he’d have to go without her to get a membership. She knew she could go with him, that her name was ‘on the list’ but she thought it would be better to have Harry find out Draco wasn’t such an ass before it was revealed they were friends. It might make her revelation easier on him too, if he came to like Draco by himself without her telling him to. She knew Draco would never tell Harry that they talked unless she was there, pride and whatnot, so she wasn’t worried about that, and she knew Harry wouldn’t be very mad at her so long as she explained it right and so long as he managed to get along with Draco. He was pretty reasonable.



She’d already made him completely overhaul his wardrobe, so it wasn’t hard to throw in a few more nightclub worthy articles of clothing (leather pants, jackets, tight shirts, jelly fuck-me bracelets, boots and contacts) and she managed to convince him that growing his hair out would help him tame the mane and it did. The only flaw with her plan was that she didn’t want to leave him alone long enough to let him go to the club without her! He was just too damned hot! Everytime she saw him in one of his clubbing outfits or in anything really, she suddenly remembered that she DIDN’T have to go home that night and would jump him then and there.



Then, on the last weekend before school started again, Charlie needed a babysitter and she volunteered herself. She needed to get her homework done anyway and it was hard to do that when her hands were shoved down Harry’s pants. Sure she could use a quick-quotes quill, but then the entire paper would be ‘And in the….oh gods yes….goblin war….mmmm….of….oh….18…more Harry….12….oh fuck!!…..the zombie bunnies…..yes! yes!....covered themselves in…..unnnn….blue dye…..’ and even senile old Binns would probably think there was something odd about that. She let Harry know via owl, so that she wouldn’t be tempted to cancel on Charlie and Fleur, and spent the evening taking care of their one year old son.



They came home sooner than she expected, and a quick glance out the window told her that it was a full moon so it was unlikely that Harry had stayed home all by himself. Ron and Hermione she knew were moving into their new apartment so he probably wasn’t with them so that really only left the club. She grinned to herself, wondering how the boys were getting along, and packed up her stuff to head over to Potter Manor to be there when Harry got home so she could have some fun of her own.

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Harry was still in a bad mood when he got home, and he wasn’t really sure why. It’s not like Draco had said anything overly bastard-like, except for those jokes about being a masochistic voyeur, and even that wasn’t so bad. So why was he pissed? Well…not pissed so much as thoroughly confused. Why had Draco been nice? It didn’t make any sense.



“Oh my god!” He heard his favorite voice squeal before Ginny had him pinned against the door he’d just come through. He was baffled for a moment at her sudden enthusiasm until he felt her hands running over the bulge in his leather pants.



“Oh right…” he thought, with a little grin. “Hey Gin,” he said when she finally let him up for air, but she’d only done it to make it easier to grab his jacket lapels and drag him to the couch, swinging him around, tearing off his jacket and shirt, and pushing him down onto the couch behind before jumping down onto of him and continuing her attack. “Gin!” He gasped as sharp nails raked down his now bare chest and undid his fly. Maybe Malfoy was right and he was a masochist, he certainly didn’t mind Ginny’s nails in any case, or her teeth biting at his lip and then at his neck and then his pebble hard nipples. Biting turned to kisses as she moved lower and tugged those wonderful pants off, releasing what was now a very painfully stiff erection. She ran one finger gently down his length…then she stopped and sat up, smirking. He groaned, “Please Gin,” and the smirk grew. Her hand wrapped around his cock and moved slowly, keeping him hard with need but not giving him any relief from it. “Ginny. Not fair.” He moaned.



“Hmmm….” She agreed thoughtfully, “but it’s so much fun.”



A/N: Yes I know it’s short and yes I know it’s a cliffy, but have I mentioned that I am busy with everyday life and sadly cannot live in my lovely imaginary worlds all the time anymore? The next chapter will be longer and WILL have smut, not lovely slashy smut, but lovely het smut, because het smut can be good too on occasion, so be patient with me, kay? Now for shout-outs!



To Hieisdragoness18: Hello darling! Glad to see you’re back with me again for another fun journey into Murray’s crazy mind! Sorry I won’t be updating every day like usual, but I promise not to keep you waiting too long! **huggles and marshmallows!!**



To Vampirekisses: Hey! Glad you like it so far, it will get even better as soon as I actually work up some plot of some sort…..and of course the zombie bunnies have a comeback, they’re the perfect plot device for getting rid of Voldemort and its just plain fun to type ‘blue zombie bunnies’ or ‘glitter’ or ‘tutu’ or better yet ‘joey in a tutu covered in glitter while blue zombie bunnies attacked the audience’ lol. **lots of chocolate bishies**



To gosuckonalemon: I’m….too sexy for my pants…too sexy for my pants… **right said fred impression** lol. Marshmallows and chocolate for you too!



To everyone else: I noticed that on my hits I have upwards of thirteen hundred hits on this story. Thirteen hundred, and only three people reviewed? That’s just rude people.